Sydney David
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There’s nothing like the smell of death to get you going in the morning.
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Hater
There’s nothing I would like to do more than to retreat into the dark corners of my mind, let it wipe me of all thoughts and feelings, except for one, and be consumed by its madness. I could never do that to myself, but somehow you can. You let this thing rinse your heart of your love for me and fill it back up with something else. Something misguided. Evil. I’ve seen the way you look at me and often wondered: What on Earth have I done to deserve your wickedness?
By Sydney David4 years ago in Poets
Immortal Affairs. Top Story - June 2022.
There was an unusual silence that enshrouded Bill and Karina. Bill didn’t think much about the lack of conversation, his mind much more focused on the steak dinner in front of him. He was starving, shoving bite after bite down as if he had just been rescued from the Sahara. It was only when the lights above their booth started to dim that he finally looked at his girlfriend. She sat perfectly still.
By Sydney David4 years ago in Fiction
A Lover's Quarrel
In the middle of the night, a loud crash echoed into the quiet halls of a suburban home, startling Kristy awake and out of Nate's arms. Kristy sat upright, running her fingers through a thick nest of golden waves until it was calm. She reached over and turned on her lamp. A soft, dull light illuminated her bedroom. She glanced over at Nate, still fast asleep. A small stream of saliva threatened to fall on her precious and expensive satin sheets, but Kristy smacked at his arm. Nate slurped down, dark shades of forest-green irises peeking open at different times.
By Sydney David4 years ago in Horror
